About me

[IamSam]

“No one can you make you happy, no one can light that fire”
Oh please spare me this ****, your preaching to the choir

I wrote the book on being an Island do you remember? And may i add
I shed not a single tear when i was burying my dad

When i saw him sick, i said to my friend i want him well or dead
So when he died i got on with it willingly and not with a dread

Even though i was only 23, i knew then that this is life
Now it’s funny listening to you feeding me all this rife

What? You got over me and now you think you know it all?
Trust me babe, if you keep thinking this way you will fall


I know because I’ve seen it with my own eyes and been through it all
just make sure you come out of it standing tall

You may like this new assertiveness and think that it’s cool
But it’s not the answer, it’s just a tool, and if you think otherwise you’re just a fool


This is a journey for your mind but not your heart
After 13 years it brought me right back to the start

If i were you i would not take this route i wouldn’t take the bate
But if you do just make sure by the time you finish, it’s not too late

If you make your Owen choices in life and life is about the choices you make
What’s so ****ing wrong with choosing your own life to take?

Don’t give me that crap about this is so weak
Trust me dear, my skin is pretty tick

Don’t say this is taking the easy way out
Think whatever the **** you want just don’t want to stay about

I really have no reason for taking this any longer
And if you think i need to be stronger, you couldn’t be any wronger

She accuses me of not having any drive in life
She said that’s why she will never be my wife

Isn’t it ironic how the one thing that gives me drive and makes me want to be
Does not want to be with me because she sees nothing in me

Honestly with how my life has been told and unfold
Is it not plausible to think i’m just not meant for this world?

“I’m saying no” because people don’t really change that much, so you must be lying
Says the girl who was desperately in love with me, without me even trying

“Well that’s my opinion and i’m gonna stick with it”
Well do you not think that makes you a hypocrite?

You can change so much that the idea of me makes you sick
But when i say I’ve changed, you call me a liar and a prick?

“I hate you because you always think your right? “
“No i will not give you an example of being wrong because i have to go for a ****e”

My life has been one long struggle to maintain
If you’re not aware of it, please allow me to explain


Ever since i was little I’ve been trying to entertain
The idea that one day the answer i will attain

That one day i will wake up and my Soule will have nothing to complain
That i will find out the reason for taking all this pain

Ever since i was little I’ve been picking my brain
What’s the reason for all my life’s bane?


You see i was made to believe that it was my fault, again and again
I was made to believe that in me laid something inhumane

All because i stole a little money from my mum and dad’s domain
Now i know that my spirit is too big for this world to contain

With every one trying to change me, on my path i remain
I think that’s very brave considering they have tried to have me detain

People closest to me have ladled me lazy and insane
Just because i have not found my soul’s champagne


I’ve looked and I’ve searched and i tried but all in vein
Is it really my fault that i find everything in this world so mundane?

i’m guilty of not being like the others
All the other sons, brothers, and lovers

I’m guilty of not wanting the stars or not shooting for the moon
I’m guilty of not trying hard enough to be millioner or a tycoon

I’m guilty of seeing things different and singing in a different tune
I’m guilty of opening up my eyes and mind and refuse to live in a balloon

I’m guilty of being laidback like Garfield in that cartoon
I’m guilty of walking in the opposite direction of the masses and their monsoon

I’m guilty of driving a 01 Civic and not a brand new super saloon
I’m guilty of missing simple things like lying next to you and how we use to spoon

I’m guilty of telling you i love you this February and not last June
I’m guilty of not staying alive for the sake of it and choosing to end my life soon

I’m guilty of saying different things and making a different sound
Sure didn’t they hang Galileo for saying the earth was round?

I’m guilty of trying to break free and not be bound
To the point of view of every other mother ****er around

These stupid rules i’ve been fighting, pound for pound
I’m guilty of not just accepting **** as people around me have found

My choices and my thinking and my point of view has always been frowned
Simply because i have always refused to make the same sound

I’m guilty of searching for something profound
I really don’t understand this and i have to say i’m astound

How easy people accuse me just because they can’t fit me in their surround
But perhaps one day they will know the truth and i will be crowned
One day after they burry me six feet under the ground

I made my bed and don’t worry, i will lie in it
Even though that means i will have to die in it

I have always lived life as i have felt it
Have never had any regrets even though I’ve left it

I tried my best and it just didn’t work out
Now i believe it’s time to check the **** out

I’m not saying no to the future or what’s ahead
I’m simply refusing to be infected with a disease that is so widespread

I refuse to just breathe air, **** something with long hair, and then eat some bread
I’m just saying no to this routine, what i call “life of the living-dead”

[PrinceMyshkin]

It's hard to see what was the point in writing this. It rambles around. Some of it makes no sense at all. The rhymes are predictable and often forced. There's no evidence here that you've read any poetry other than that by Dr. Seuss.